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Tuesday, 7 April 2015

# 6 Friend

We reached
near my house in about thirty minutes.

I asked Ritesh to stay back tonight. He didn’t
agree owing to aunty’s strict rules. I smiled and bid him good night while
watching his car lights slowly fade in the dark.

My legs
trembled.And body ached. When the mind is tired what role can the physical
strength play. The steps leading to third first floor flat seemed like a
mountain suddenly. Slowly and steadily I put my steps on them. While opening the
red coloured lock and pulling the cris
crossed iron gate outwards I felt as if descending to the ground any moment. Trying
to maintain my composure, I switched on the lights after opening the main door.

The living
room was in a mess. With books and notes around. The result of a marathon study
before the final 15 days of the exam. I prayed God for few seconds to bless me
with a rank that would letme choose my
desired branch.My hunger had vanished
away somewhere.Not in a mood to eat I decided to take a shower.

The way water drenched my body, I wished my
tears could drench my soul. But I knew it wouldn’t. Tears may act as an
anesthetic for few hours but can never heal a wound.

I heard some
one ringing my door bell. Surprised I rushed out of the bathroom and dressed up
in a hurry. Thinking who it may be, I opened the door and was surprised to see
Ritesh standing in front with a bunch of packets in his hands.

“ Don’t be
so surprised. What did you expect ? I will go to sleep like an obedient son
leaving you alone here, that to tonight. No way. I know what you need now. Just
one thing. Your best friend by your side” he said with a grin and forcefully
entered inside.

“But aunty,
how did she agree ?”

“ Why are
you worried about that. Manipulative skills brother. Manipulative skills. It’s
required every where. Not only while dealing with the outside world. But also
inside in your own home. Now stop all that crap. Eat your favourite paneer and
start your story again. I am dying to know what happened next”

I laughed
hearing his words. And relieved too, finding him near me again.

However strong a person may be, we always need
someone to lean on. Both of sat down.